Makes a speciality of drama, brief tales, novels, and poetry as they're studied in highschool and school curricula. targeting the most authors, works, and pursuits that include every one style, those books additionally comprise minor authors and works. they're outlined by way of geography and by way of period of time, akin to 20th-century poetry or classical drama.

Molly, an eighty-year-old artist, drowns in her tub whereas residing by myself on Vancouver Island. whilst her son, Toronto author and photographer Michael Mitchell, arrives the next day to come he unearths a studio jam-packed with her work and a treasure trove of kin papers that take him on a romantic trip to the a long way corners of the area and again so far as the early 18th century.

The Prince of Wales has requested 4 prosperous marketers and their better halves to Buckingham Palace to debate a stupendous thought: the development of a six-thousand-mile railroad that might stretch the total size of Africa. however the prince’s collecting proves disastrous while the mutilated physique of a prostitute turns up in a linen closet one of the queen’s monogrammed sheets.

In well known mind's eye, London is a urban of fog. The vintage London fogs, the thick yellow “pea-soupers,” have been born within the business age of the early 19th century. the 1st globally infamous example of pollution, they remained a continuing characteristic of chilly, windless wintry weather days till fresh air laws within the Sixties led to their dying.

However, the apartment had, in Dido’s opinion, two material advantages: one was the very pleasant scent which crept into it from the apples stored in a neighbouring attic, and the other was the twisting narrowness of the stairs which led to it. Margaret was not fond of climbing twisting, narrow stairs and only visited the attics when her constant dread of the housemaids stealing food became so great that she must make a search of their bedroom. Tucked under the sloping roof, her icy feet wrapped in a counterpane, Dido felt herself beyond the reach of interference and was able to continue with her letter as well as her cold fingers would allow: … Well, Eliza, I am sure that I have now sewn more linen than can possibly be required by two young gentlemen of twelve and ten, and I think that I may now go on with my story.

I have as yet had no opportunity to look about me,’ she said returning his keen gaze with interest. ‘I met young Georgie on the path just now. ’ No, he hastened to assure her, he had seen nothing of the boy. There was a momentary hint of alarm as he spoke, but whether that arose from the consciousness of lying, or the fear of having been overlooked, Dido could not quite determine. She knew no positive harm of the captain, but she did not like him. He was a big, loosely made man of one or two and thirty, handsome in what she considered to be a rather coarse style, with a great deal of colour in his face, heavy brows and a lot of thick black hair.

There was a fresh red bruise upon his cheek. ‘Your face is hurt, Georgie,’ she said – glad of the distraction. ’ He quickly put his hand up to cover it. ‘It’s nothing,’ he said. ’ she called after him angrily. ’ he said and he was off – still scraping his boots with all his might. She watched him swagger away along the path, greatly angered by his self-consequence. ’ she cried aloud. Her anger suddenly forgotten, she turned from contemplation of the retreating little gentleman and looked instead at the path along which he had come – a path which the traffic of ‘improvements’ had left almost an inch deep in mud … And she thought again about those pale, clean pantaloons … No one could have fallen upon that path without staining his clothes.